http://astarcalledearth.com/rss en-us info@astarcalledearth.com Thu, 18 Jan 2007 21:49:51 -0600 Wed, 08 Sep 2010 07:40:51 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 09.23.12
We saw the flash and quite honestly, we couldn't bare to stay and see our Planet blow itself into oblivion over God knows what. We've seen too many close calls in years past, too many wars, large and little, but never before have we seen a flash like that in NY. In fact the only flash NY has ever shown is it's natural charisma. New York has always been the one place we could depend on...

So I have done what I felt I had no choice but to do, make a getaway. I've spoken to the crew, they are with me so far. We are going to point the SSE to Mars. It's the only option we have, the moon is full of military miners, a nasty bunch,they...Mars is ours.

signed,
fixx]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Mon, 10 Apr 2006 17:27:23 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 09.30.12
It's odd, once you leave the general area, (Earth, Moon) and the familiar satellites are behind you, time kinda stops, it's all just black space and shimmering stars.

signed,
fixx.]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Sun, 9 Apr 2006 15:38:43 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 10.09.12
Maybe it's space, maybe it's me but I've started seeing trails... Light trails, mostly just coming off the stars, kinda like hyperspace. Thing is we're moving at sub-light speed. I guess it's me, haven't told the crew, can't anyway, there in self induced hybernation and I was the one who volunteered to stay awake. Someone had to keep an eye on things while we approach our new home.
I know I'm only writing this journal for my own sanity, although I'm broadcasting it too, I doubt anyone on Earth will care enough to respond, I'm sure they've got enough to deal with, sorry, you've got enough to deal with right now. As far as Aliens and ET's go, I doubt they would understand English, let alone my little space travel issues, having travelled light years to get here, if they're here at all...

signed,
fixx]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Sun, 9 Apr 2006 15:40:15 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 10.10.12
The veil of the sky is no longer a filter. There is no day, There's redundant night: clearer than the crispest of autumn eve's, if only just visually. The distortion of distance is gone, that which is far, is far without the discolouration and flicker of atmosphere.

I wonder how my family is, my freinds, my neighbourhood...who survived the idiocy of governmental insanity? I wont turn on the radio anymore, wont look at any broadcasts, can't bare the sight of such madness, we all feel this way, but sometimes at "night", I am tempted...

signed,
fixx]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Mon, 10 Apr 2006 17:29:30 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 10.24.12
leaving Earth behind, maybe, maybe not such a good idea after all... "fixxit" has committed an act of great irony, in that he has cut communications with the very planet that he used to repair communication satellites for.
Mars may be our new home (6 months or so from now), but Earth is still our first, you always remember your first...

skeptically,
Arlo Whire
Laser Tech Specialist 1st Class]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Fri, 11 Aug 2006 18:43:39 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 10.25.12
Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on? I woke up this "morning" and the Earth view I'm used to was not what I saw upon looking out my portal. Earth was like 1/4 it's usual size, a blue dot in comparison. Now, I'm either hallucinating, they've fucked something up and shrunk the Earth, or we're taking a detour. Detour?! I'm the ships cook, I don't have time for this shit, I didn't sign on for this crap. I've got a girlfriend and a wife down there not mention a career as a singer. The only reason I'm even up here is for the cash, prestige and bragging rights. I'd be the only RockStar to be able to say I was truly from space... wait a minute, shit! Now I can say I'm truly Martian...!... When we come back... we're coming back, right?

where the fuck is fixxit?

I'm gonna go make a BLT and drink about this...

Trim]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Fri, 11 Aug 2006 18:42:08 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 11.12.12
It seems the further wee get from Earth, the more we miss her. This would fall under the category of "Stating the Obvious". But there's something else going on, a certain alien Euphoria of sorts. it's a duality or more alike a concentric states of mind.

As we approach Mars the emotional pull of our home has lessoned, there's an openness of unlimited proportion, a vast and awesome optimism that crystalizes the the essential nature of of our desire for structure. Not to get too garrulous about it but that's really the most appropriate description for this new mindset, it's a higher consciousness.

I have been sneaking listens to the news back on Earth. There was some kind of explosion or how did they put it? A Flash in Times Square. Looks like Fixx wasn't lying, for now anyway.

So until further notice, we're on a high, atop a space scraping jagged Mountain overlooking an unmapped vista of future reminiscence (metaphorically speaking of course) but a high nonetheless.

Observantly,

Ship's Psychologist,
Obstad P. Farnsworth Ph.D.
]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Fri, 11 Aug 2006 19:22:55 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 11.30.12
Unimaginable inferences that seem to point to the illogic Spock always hated but couldn't admit to. I'm a fan of the classics, what can tell ya.

One thing seems to lead to another right now, the crew are all looking to one another for comfort. The problem with that is the self fulfilling prophetic fundamental paradox of such a phenomenon. It's a fucking loop/

Fixx is the leader to be sure. The problem there is that he's dead set on setting up a new life on our(?) new world, "problems? what problems?!" He gets extra credit for determination, and loses points for callousness, making it Even Stephen for the time being.

We're here. We might as well get settled in and see what there is to see. Not an easy task. The Alien Euphoria I'd mentioned earlier leads one to also being sedentary and, for lack ,of a better term (and pardon the pun) Spacey. Ahem.

Complacency is not an option. We're either gonna have get it together and dig in, or get it together and dig out. Bubbleheadedness is deterring our progress with either.

The emotional domino effect of sequential mood changes we've been experiencing will be my first task at hand. How to isolate and eradicate the catalyst.

Determined.

Ship's Psychologist,
Obstad P. Farnsworth Ph.D.
]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Fri, 11 Aug 2006 19:22:44 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 12.30.12
The spray paint Angels that layer space with it's beautiful shimmer of satin non glow can seem so somber in the honesty that is the compressive vacuum and cold fusion of vast endlessness. Their job: to cover the holes where the pigment cracks from eons of hovoring black matter can be daunting task to say the least. Goodness forbid what waits behind that veil should be revealed without proper preparation and immaculate instruction.... And yes. I know these sentences run on, but so (far) does this journey, sometimes it too can feel like a sentence of sorts, all comma paused rife with anticipatory continuum, like when you'd wait to use a phone (remember those days) and the person currently on's every body language sylible and verbal mannerism says they're milliseconds away from hanging up... until the climax killing phrase "Oh, by the way...". is inconsiderately uttered, and the whole shallow chat starts up again.

The honey fluid thick viscosity of distant cosmic objects floating by as streams of deep space consciousness blinkings, mesmerize the onlooker and render him temporarily impervious to temporal awareness and physical age progression (irony, paradox?). In that trance the doings and din-ings of usual mind machine clangification is buffered by the velvet rope of fascination with virgin visions in absolute zero. Not in the religious sense: [i]virgin[/], but in the sense that these things have not been seen by these (or maybe any) human eyes through such pure physical atmosphere free clarity, until now.

The occasional passers by in the oncoming lane are on their way to a Planet they may not find in quite the shape they anticipate, not at least, as depicted in the brochures. Then again, we seem to be the only ones on our side of the stellar highway, and we never even got a fuckin' brochure, let alone book a room.


More to More

~Arif Andelizian/Ships Chaplain]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Sat, 3 May 2008 00:00:32 -0500 http://astarcalledearth.com 12.31.12
We've heard a sound, we don't know what to make of it. there aren't supposed to be sounds in space...! It's very vacuum of non atmosphere wont allow for sound waves to travel. It's run silent run deep.
Have we hit an oxygen pocket? they (theoretically exist). And that SOUND, it was the extended bell ring without fade or cadence, no doppler, no decay, no clang whatsoever, and that was just [i]one[/i] aspect of it. there was that Star Trek (classic) planet ambient background din to it as well add to that the whir of our ion engines pulsing us along and a million other unborn sounds unheard by human ears, though somehow familiar from within, like an internally indigenous symphony almost indescribable in sophistication while being simple as a nursery rhyme soniphications, a herd a sound.


~ships engineer
Raighn Rodgers]]> info@astarcalledearth.com Thu, 8 May 2008 13:10:11 -0500